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Friday, July 30, 2010

Why I oughta...

My Mom came over on Sunday because she hadn't seen the boys in awhile. Like any Grandma worth their salt, she is notorious for spoiling my children. She often brings them candy, lets them eat it while I'm putting dinner on the table, and generally lets them get away with anything because she's the Grandma and its her right, dangit.

So Sunday night I made dinner, and like always, Nick was the last one at the table, dilly-dallying his way through his meal. Will had gone back outside to play, and my Mom had left the room as well.

Looking thoughtful, Nick tilted his head as he does when he's about to make profound comments and said, "Mom, I wish Grandma was my Mom."

"WHAT?!?" I pretend to be more surprised and outraged than I really was.

"Yeah. She's like, a better Mom and stuff." He chewed away at whatever piece of meat had been in his mouth for ten minutes already, swinging his feet as little boys are wont to do. "That would be cool."

"Well poop on you, Jobu!" I said, picking up the last of the dinner dishes and putting them in the sink.

"Well, she'd like, not make me sit here and finish my dinner." I surpressed a chuckle. He was probably right on that one.

8 comments:

Get prettier? What does he want? You're already a heart stopper - just what does he mean, "Get Prettier?"

Besides - I know from personal experience that little boys ALWAYS think their Mom is the mostest prettiest woman EVER - so I think you just caught him offguard or something with a completely unexpected question - because he gave you a completely unexpected answer.